It seems my entire life I’ve lived between two worlds. All of life, in fact, seems to me to be a struggle between forces of opposing influence and identity. Sometimes these worlds present themselves in obvious ways. Right and wrong. Black and white. Nature and Society. Even man and woman. Sometimes, these worlds are more nuanced and ambiguous, revealing themselves only when we choose to dive deeper into the meaning of their existence. Consciousness and subconsciousness. Courage and fear. Heaven and hell. Wild and domestic. Even trivial or common terms can take on deeper meaning when you play out the scenarios in which the two forces interact. Cats and dogs. Bosses and employees. Husband and wife. And so on.
The list is endless. The definitions themselves are not exactly singular. On top of all this, everything seems to be open to interpretation by the user, or shall we say, the experienced. This interpretation itself is skewed by a lens unique to the eyes that look through it.
“We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
This concept has fascinated me for years. Sometimes, it has even terrified me. My predisposition has usually been to try and force myself to live within the constructs of one force or another entirely; choosing a world and doing everything I can to live inside of it. But this approach has proved problematic, if not tragic. The dimorphic life, as I call it, seems unavoidable. I’ve come to believe that the best we can hope for is balance. I think we should keep one foot on each side of the line, most certainly teetering back and forth but continuing to stretch ourselves in the pursuit of harmony.
This idea is not original. Yin and Yang, for example, and the various teachings of it, has been around since 14th century B.C.E. Many other religions or belief systems incorporated some idea of these two opposing forces and the balance of living between them.
With this blog, I want to explore, discuss, and dissect the dimorphic life. I want to share my life with you. I want to express my ideas and thoughts and theories. More than that, I want to hear yours. I want you to tell me what you think. I want to have a conversation. I want to do this peacefully. I’m not looking for anger or hate. I hope to entertain you. Maybe make you laugh or cry. Maybe even inspire or help you along the way. I’m sure you’ll do the same for me. Most of all, I hope to connect. Not for likes or hearts, but for truth and meaning. I think there is a need for this in today’s world. In every world. No matter how opposite they seem.